But with Damian's return my life has made me rethink if Zion wants a dad, I know he needs one, and I believed that Damian had matured, settled down, was going to get married, was an adult. And he doesn't want a family. And what were Zion and I? He didn't want to be part of us. And it hurt.“Zion is an incredible boy,” I said, feeling my vision crystallize, “He always gets A's in school, he supports me and helps me with things around the house, at his age he knows how to pack his backpack and do his homework, he doesn't like me to worry about him, he likes sports and winning, he is kind and understanding. He is good. And he deserves a good father.”“Abigail, I wouldn't be father of the year, but…”“I know, you don't want a family.” I wipe my cheek, I feel so sad for Zion, his biological father doesn't want to be his father.“No, but I can try.” he offers me, and I laughed hurt.“We are not playing the happy family, Damian, I cannot put my son's emotional stability to your uncertain att
ABIGAIL POV Liv, she tries to struggle, to use her magic, but it doesn't work. Because?“She's not Asmeral, Abigail.” Liv mutters, still fighting with Asmeral and her knife.“Let go of her, she's not dangerous.” I asked… “What is your name?”“Bastián.”Bastián saw someone behind me, I look over my shoulder it's Damian, he had just arrived, from where I don't even know, but he's late.“Let go of her, it is forbidden to spill witch blood here.” He orders fiercely, menacingly.Asmeral, I mean, Bastian threw Liv to the ground, looking angry. Or angry. It's confusing, the traveler is a man named Bastian, and he is in my cousin's body. So normal.“Damian.” He mentions, smiling evilly, “I thought I would never see you again.”Do you know Damian?Liv looks dismayed, as do I. How does a traveler trapped in a gem for more than a century meet Damian?"Who are you?" Damian asks, surprised.“How quickly you forget family, huh.” he says, sitting on the couch, placidly, with the same evil smile,
DAMIAN POV “I am powerful, Damian, dangerously powerful.” He stands up, and walks towards me, “Magret converted me too.”"That?" I spat dejectedly.He was also a…“Not exactly,” he read my mind, “I'm half werewolf and half witch. Like Magret, she made me what I am today.”I frown.Just like Zion. A Siphon.“Who is Zion?” he asked."Get out of my mind." I ordered him, “That night they also turned you into a werewolf?”Bastián snorts, “No, Magret converted me before, much before.” He confidently recounts, “She shouldn't have turned you, Damian, she was very stupid to do so.”“Why you never told me.” I demanded, angrily.“Because she loved you,” he says resentfully, with a voice full of rage, I slightly notice his tensed jaw, “But you were very good, she couldn't allow herself to be with you because of her nature and the crimes she had committed.”"No." I deny, my eyes crystallized, the wound opened more and more, hurting like that same day when I saw it consumed in fire.“The dark
DAMIAN POVI won't let anything happen to her or our son.“You're the girl from the club, right?” My question catches her off guard, her eyes widen.It's her. My sexy diva.“I thought you would never remember,” she confesses, blushing more, “You were very drunk.”"You too." I return, running my hand around his waist, “I would never forget a night like that.”Her breathing is labored, my eyes drop to her moist, torturing lips.She pushes me, and I release her, smiling. I have the same effect as that night with her.“Didn't you have a trip?” She asked me, steadying her breathing."I will not be late." I promised her, resuming my plans, I leave the room, my attitude is different, serious and ruthless, that cold Damian. I get into the car, Bastián throws me the keys, Liv is distracted in the back seats, when she sees me she decides to talk.“We must recover the dagger of eternal punishment.” She commands.Bastián curses under his breath, and grabs his knife, stopping him, “Don't even thin
DAMIAN POV“And who is Abigail?”"It's my wife."“Love softens people, love makes you weak, little brother.”Asmeral looked covered in blood, her clothes were dyed crimson, her hair was damp, she was bathed in blood, and she did not show a bit of compassion, she has taken the lives of an entire coven of witches, she has taken out the hearts of each one. Who took yours? Who discouraged my brother?Bastián was never like that, the little I remember was seeing him sing that song at the top of his lungs in the bar, before I could shake his hair in my hands, now I wouldn't dare get stained with the blood that falls from him in drops.Bastián, what monster have you become?“You left me alone, Damian, I had to continue without you.” He answers those questions inside my head, he shows me a nostalgic look, the past is touching the deepest part of his being. And, it's as if I can see that kind young man breathe again, “A lot of things happened after you left, but they don't matter anymore, it d
ABIGAIL POVI nod, “I can't forget what happened with her in your office, Damian, understand.”“It was just an indiscretion on my part, I was excited that you saw us, but I didn't enjoy it.”“I saw them having sex, my God, Damian, you were enjoying it.”A surprised cry was heard next to me. Bastián had heard me, he was impressed, and I felt so embarrassed.“Did you catch my brother fucking another woman?” He wanted to know, he's a gossip, it's an intimate matter, between Damian and me.“It wasn't like that, was it, Abigail?” he wanted to hide it, it made me so angry that he continued talking. In front of Bastián, he is already part of the family. From his family.“No, I didn't find out, he made me watch him fucking Amelia.” I confessed, angering Damian, and giving Bastian a good entertainment performance.“Hmm impressive, little brother,” he enjoys and pats Damian, “It's a shame you got the wrong girl when you did it,” he looks at me, points at me, “Because she will never forgive you,
DAMIAN POV I stand up, turn and walk back to the exit, but a noise stops me, something is whispered, my name.“Damian,” I turned, my ear heard it clearly, it was a weak, low, inaudible whisper, under my sight, it was Liv, “Damian.”I held his gaze, his breathing was scarce, “Asmeral…” he choked, took a deep breath, to pronounce his last words, “Forgive me.”And his mouth remained motionless, just like his body, the entire Orion Coven has definitely died. And that will cause problems for Bastián and me. Great, my brother hasn't even been here a day, and he already has enough enemies.Hiding will not be the best, and Bastián is not one of those who hide, apparently, he has a solution for everything: death to his enemies.I get to the truck, Bastián was waiting, I turn it on and ready for anything, we head towards the city, Bastián had heard about a clandestine coven of expelled witches, who could help him, but we will have to do something in return.The streets of the city at night loo
DAMIAN POV “But it wasn't always like this, right, Damian?” my brother returns, alluding to that time when he was a heartthrob, I rejected many girls, but I feel like he talks about something else.“We weren't talking about me, but about you, the feared Bastian.”“The first heretic.”I frown.“Are you a heretic?” I questioned.“You were going to be too,” he confesses, “But I was the only one who survived, and that makes me the most powerful.”“I have enough of being a werewolf.” He grumbled, I just wanted to be a normal human, and while being a werewolf has come with eternal life, it's not the same if you spend that eternity in fear of being discovered.“It's never enough, little brother,” he teaches me lessons in greed, “imagine being able to control when you convert and when you don't.”It makes me look at him, “That's impossible.”“Not for a heretic, I can control my transformation, I have control of my wolf gene.”I think about things, I could perfectly lead my life as a human, w
ABIGAIL’s POVGuilt gnawed at me, its sharp claws tearing at my conscience. The memory of Damian’s pleading eyes haunted me, but every time I tried to focus on him, my thoughts drifted back to Bastian. The way he made me feel, the fire he ignited within me, was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.I wandered aimlessly through the halls, lost in a fog of confusion and regret. But as the night wore on, guilt began to mingle with another, more primal feeling—a longing I couldn’t suppress. Bastian’s words echoed in my mind, challenging me, stirring something deep inside.Without fully understanding why, I found myself outside his door. My hand trembled as I reached for the handle, my heart pounding in my chest. I pushed it open and stepped inside, my resolve wavering.Bastian looked up from where he sat, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before it melted into a knowing smile. “Couldn’t stay away, could you?”I hesitated for a moment, then crossed the room in a few quick strides, my
Meanwhile, Damian paced the hallways of the house, his mind in turmoil. The confrontation with Abigail had left him shaken. He had hoped that bringing her and Zion back to the house would mend the rift between them, but Bastian’s brutal honesty had only widened it.Damian couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Abigail’s anger and hurt were palpable, and he knew he needed to find a way to make things right. He decided to check on her, hoping to find a moment of calm to talk things through.As he approached Bastian’s room, he heard muffled voices and his heart sank. He recognized Abigail’s voice, but the tone was different—soft, intimate. He pushed open the door slightly and his worst fears were confirmed.There, on Bastian’s bed, were Abigail and his brother, locked in a passionate embrace. The sight of them together sent a wave of rage and betrayal crashing over him. He wanted to storm in, to tear them apart, but he knew it would only make things worse.Damian backed awa
ABIGAIL POVI tried to pull away, but the fire in his eyes and the heat of his touch made it difficult. “Bastian, I can’t—”He silenced me with a kiss, his lips hungry and demanding. I struggled for a moment, my mind screaming that this was wrong, but my body betrayed me, responding to his touch.“Bastian, we can’t do this,” I whispered, breaking the kiss.He looked at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Why not? You deserve to feel good, Abigail. Let go, just this once.”I hesitated, torn between my loyalty to Damian and the burning need I felt. Bastian’s hands roamed my body, igniting a fire within me that I couldn’t extinguish.“Please, Abigail,” he murmured against my neck. “Let me make you forget, just for tonight.”The sound of his voice, the feel of his hands, it all became too much. My resolve crumbled, and I surrendered to the moment. Bastian lifted me onto the bed, his touch gentle yet insistent.As he undressed me, I felt a mix of guilt and anticipation. I knew this was wrong,
As the months passed, the wounds of betrayal began to heal, albeit slowly. Abigail and I worked tirelessly to rebuild our relationship, and though it was never easy, our love for each other and for Zion gave us the strength to persevere.Margaret, sensing that her influence over me had waned, became increasingly bitter and isolated. She no longer held the power she once did, and her attempts to come between us grew more desperate and transparent.One evening, as the sun set over our home, Abigail and I sat on the porch, watching Zion play in the yard. There was a sense of peace that had been missing for so long, and for the first time in months, I felt a glimmer of hope.“Damian,” Abigail said softly, her hand resting on mine. “I know we’ve been through so much, and I know that things will never be exactly the same. But I want you to know that I see the effort you’re making, and I appreciate it.”I turned to her, my heart swelling with gratitude. “Abigail, I love you more than anythin
The days that followed were a blur of guilt and despair. Abigail refused to speak to me, and Zion’s once-bright eyes were filled with confusion and hurt. The trust and love that had bound us together seemed irreparably damaged.Margaret, ever the opportunist, tried to seize the moment to draw me closer. But every touch, every whisper, only served to remind me of the betrayal I had committed.“Damian,” she purred one evening, her hand tracing circles on my chest. “We could be happy together. We could start anew.”I pushed her away, my voice filled with anger and regret. “This isn’t what I want, Margaret. I made a terrible mistake, and I need to fix it.”Her eyes flashed with anger. “Fix it? How? Abigail will never forgive you.”“Maybe not,” I said, standing up. “But I have to try. I love her and Zion more than anything. What happened between us was a mistake.”Margaret’s face twisted with rage. “You’re a fool, Damian. She’ll never take you back.”“Maybe,” I replied, my resolve hardenin
The weeks that followed our victory over the witches were tense. The fragile peace in our household was constantly under threat, and Margaret seemed to be at the center of it. Her presence was a constant reminder of the past and the dangers we still faced. But beneath her cold exterior, she harbored a burning desire—a desire for me that had never faded.One evening, as Abigail and Zion slept soundly, I found myself alone in the study, the weight of recent events heavy on my mind. The door creaked open, and Margaret stepped in, her eyes glinting with a predatory gaze.“Damian,” she said softly, her voice like velvet. “You seem troubled.”I looked up, my guard momentarily lowered. “Just thinking about everything that’s happened. The witches, the artifact, the danger we’re still in.”Margaret moved closer, her movements smooth and deliberate. “You carry so much on your shoulders. It’s not fair.”I sighed, rubbing my temples. “It’s my responsibility. I have to protect Abigail and Zion.”S
The journey back home was filled with a sense of triumph and exhaustion. We had accomplished what seemed impossible, but the cost had been high. Our alliance had grown stronger, forged in the fires of battle.When we finally reached home, Abigail and Zion ran out to greet us. Abigail’s eyes were filled with relief and pride as she hugged me tightly. “You did it.”“We all did,” I said, looking at our gathered allies. “We couldn’t have done it without everyone’s help.”Zion looked up at me, his eyes wide with admiration. “Daddy, are the bad witches gone?”I knelt down, ruffling his hair. “Yes, buddy. They’re gone. You’re safe now.”Bastian and Margaret joined us, their faces weary but satisfied. “We need to stay vigilant,” Bastian said. “The witches might be weakened, but they won’t give up.”“We’ll be ready,” Abigail said firmly. “We’ve proven that together, we can face anything.”As the days turned into weeks, life began to return to a semblance of normalcy. We continued to train and
As we approached the witches’ territory, the atmosphere grew heavy with dark energy. Shadows seemed to move on their own, and the air was thick with the scent of decay. We moved cautiously, every sense alert for the slightest hint of danger.“We’re close,” Margaret whispered, her eyes scanning the area. “The artifact is hidden in a cave beneath the witches’ stronghold.”Lucian nodded, his vampire senses honed to a razor’s edge. “I’ll scout ahead. Keep low and stay quiet.”He vanished into the shadows, his movements almost imperceptible. We waited, the tension in the air palpable. Moments later, Lucian reappeared, his expression grim.“There’s a patrol up ahead. Five witches, heavily armed,” he reported.“We’ll have to take them out quietly,” Bastian said, his voice low. “Any noise could alert the entire stronghold.”We moved forward, our steps silent on the forest floor. The patrol came into view, their dark robes blending with the shadows. Bastian signaled, and we split up, surroundi
DAMIAN POVThe next few weeks were a flurry of activity as we prepared for the inevitable return of the witches. Our home became a fortress, fortified with both physical and magical defenses. Bastian and I continued to train Abigail, pushing her to her limits to ensure she was ready for anything.Our alliance with the other supernatural factions grew stronger, each group bringing their unique strengths to our cause. Lucian and his vampires provided surveillance and intelligence, their nocturnal nature making them perfect for night patrols. Alaric and the werewolves patrolled the forest, their keen senses alert for any sign of the witches.Margaret worked tirelessly on strengthening the protective wards and researching new spells to counter the witches’ magic. Her knowledge and dedication were invaluable, and despite our rocky past, I found myself trusting her more each day.One evening, as we gathered around the fire, a sense of camaraderie filled the air. We had become a family of so